#biiscione

[highstrxngeness]

@biiscione​

“Hey, whatcha want for your birthday? Anything you want. 99 Cent store. On me.”

[thxwxlf-archived]

🍼 jon & keki ofc!!!!

send in 🍼 and i'll create a child for our characters !!

name: Nikita

likes / dislikes: writing, spring, the beach, reading / spiders, thunderstorms, peanut butter, m a t h

first word: Dada

appearance:

which parent they look more like: Kekipi

which parent they like more: Jon. She's a daddy's girl.

height once fully grown: 5'5"

job ambition: Published Poet

faceclaim:

[ofbookshelves]

“are you seriously critiquing my work? should i practice on the other side so you can have a matching set?”

@biiscione​

[redbritishsniper]

@biiscione [X]

She held her breath. Five seconds. Release. Repeats. This time she held it longer right as she caught her target entering the office from the terrace. Her eye scope too caught her target once they were lined in sight. Her finger hovered the trigger. Waiting. Exhaled then inhaled.

Hold. Count to five. Aim. Pull.

The body fell forward, both eyes can see the blood splatter on Raphael’s desk, and watch the calm man examined the body. Natasha waited from leaving just in case they somehow survive a headshot. It would be a miracle when someone survives from a headshot. Five minutes passed and Natasha was leaving her makeshift nest to check on her boss.

“Let’s hope there’s no more or else I’ll let you scratch them for me.” She yelled back as she climbed down the ladder.

[biiteme]

4, 8, 12 for loretta <3

Do they play an instrument? If not, have the ever wanted to learn?

Loretta is a skilled guitar player and fairly adapt at the fiddle 🎻 She’s very fond of folk and bluegrass music, especially the things she grew up hearing. She enjoys modern music as well, but prefers things that have roots in folk/bluegrass ie simon & garfunkel, the mamas & the papas. She enjoys playing by herself or for an audience. Preferably an audience that will sing with her 🎶

How do they like to unwind after a long day?

I’d be lying if i said she wasn’t an active participant in the ol’ Johnny red-eye 🌲

What is their pain threshold like? Will a stubbed toe take them down, or does it take something much more drastic?

She has a fairly high pain threshold. She grew up partaking in heavy labor on the family farm, assisting with births for the women of her family without the aid of modern medicine... it takes a lot to bring her down.

[ladyxredxwolf-a]

@biiscione​ liked the starter

Dorne, it was simply beautiful. The water gardens, the castles, it was all just amazing. Her mood was high as she walked around with a purpose. She made her way toward Prince Oberyn’s solar with the intent of talking to him. He was the reason she was safe, he was the reason that she didn’t need to live in fear every day. Knocking on the door, she stepped into the room and closed the door. “Prince Oberyn, I was hoping I could speak with you a moment?” She said gently. “I want to thank you for saving me, Dorne was... is amazing thank you so much for saving me.”

[wingsandcoffins]

Dark Alleys | V:Fangs

A huff was given as the back door to the bar flew open and the small woman stepped outside, a cigarette between her lips as she glared ahead of her and fumbled in her pockets for a lighter. Once found, she flicks it to life and breaths in the toxic fumes deeply, not exhaling for some time before the smoke barrels out of her nose. Her darkened eyes shut tightly for the moment as she repeats her mantra: “I’m not going to kill them... I can’t kill them... I can’t kill them and go to prison... It’ll be okay.... just serve them their shitty drinks and they’ll leave...” She’s growling to herself more than likely as she takes another deep drag.

This was her second job... and it was hell on earth; good money, but absolute hell. Working at a ‘Gentlemen’s Club’ meant she had to know how to handle herself, as well as working the crowd she served to tip above and beyond, though every week seemed to have that one day where the absolute worst patrons would come in. It wasn’t even her section this week but she had been called over because the other waitress was busy and they were impatient with service.

After a few more puffs, she puts the spent butt out with her shoe before going back in, thankfully able to ignore the table, as a new customer was seated in her area. She saddles up to the table before sitting across from the man, giving her best smile and crossing her leg over the other as she took out her pen and notepad from the small apron around her barely covered waist.

“Good-evening, handsome. Can I start you off with something to drink?”

@biiscione

[thesoundofwardrums]

@biiscione​ ~

The village was quiet, extremely quiet as the moon rose high above the trees. Natoma was humming softly, laying out leather to be worked on tomorrow, placing beads in smaller baskets, and woven fabrics to the side. She would be teaching the little ones how to bead, sew, and work with leather tomorrow. Nashoba would be taking them hunting at the break of day, bringing back some food for the feast that night. A sigh escaped her lips, fingertips brushing through the fabrics. Her mind wandered to Jon, the visiting missionary who turned into one of the few people Natoma trusted with all of her head. He was a handsome, gentle, and kind man. A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she thought through their last interaction in the pouring rain. Cheeks flushed with a soft rose color, thinking of how she asked him questions, wanting to know the depths of his heart.  Perhaps... one day she would be brave enough.  Natoma sat down the fabrics and began to walk towards the clearing, her secret get away. The grass brushed her ankles, bringing a sense of peace and relaxation. However, her mind was still forever thinking of Jon.